TIME ON MY HANDS
Too much time on my hands
Too much time to think of what
Could be, should be
but never was
Loneliness sneaks up on me
When I'm not looking, making me wish to hear
That deep voice resounding
Feel strong arms holding me in their firm grip
Where are you, my love
Why can't you find me
Why can't I see you
Why am I still waiting for you
This life is filled with empty sounds
Melodies of love unspent
Hopes unfilled in the quiet of endless nights
and too much time on my hands
